[Flandre hadn't realized how cold she was until she was pressed up against Marisa; she snuggled as far as she could towards that heat source. Without her hat, she could feel that kiss much more easily.
It would be a stretch to say she relaxed, then--more like going limp, at least partway. She made a noise somewhere between a grumble and another whimper.]
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It would be a stretch to say she relaxed, then--more like going limp, at least partway. She made a noise somewhere between a grumble and another whimper.]